Alexa POV [Flashback]
"You should really try and talk to him Lena, it would really help if you talked to someone about how you feel. Sometimes it's worse if you keep it in." Anne said to me as we stood out side Drew's office door. I had my hands in my jean pockets and my head was low.
"But he's just so-" I tried to find the right word to describe the man on the other side of the door. "Difficult and patronising." I told her at last, Anne gave my sympathetic smile and her eyes crinkled at the corners.
She put a hand on my shoulder and lifted my chin so that I was looking at her. "It's okay, he's a professional, just please try." I begrudgingly nodded and told her that I would and she opened the door to Drew spinning on his chair.
Anne's smile faltered just a crack but it was enough that I knew she was unsure about this 'professional' too. "Helena! So nice of you to join me finally, I've been waiting." He smiled and showed oddly coloured teeth.
"Sorry we're late." Anne said, waiting for me to get seated before saying goodbye. "Good luck." She whispered to me and then shut the door. There was a minutes of awkward silence after she left where I recited over and over in my head the escape route to this room till Drew coughed to get my attention and broke the cycle. My eyes focused from staring into space and locked onto him.
"So, Helena, tell me about your father." Drew always started the same way and I shut down like a dead phone battery. I would never tell him about my father, who abandoned me and left me in the foster system with the false promise of returning for me soon, it wasn't a subject I liked to think about. Drew scribbled something down on the notepad in front of him like he did every session, I always wondered what he put on there.
"This is getting very annoying now Helena, what will you talk about?" He asked. "How about what wakes you in the middle of the night in terrors? How about that?" I smirk a little as if to say really, you think I'd tell you that? He'd be the last person I'd tell about the Circle of Cavan and what they did to me when I was little, the experiments, the procedures. A shiver ran down my spin.
"Then maybe you could please tell me what you keep expecting to find when you look over your shoulder constantly, or when you lock the doors and windows before bed. Maybe even why you keep looking around the room nervously?" Drew was trying my patience now, and I guess I was trying his. This was the first session where he was this persistent, he usually tried to make small talk first but he was straight to business today. I figured it didn't help that I rarely said two words during the hours we spent together, I knew it was annoying him and I hoped it would so much I could change therapist or not go to one at all. I could tell him what I expect to find over my shoulder when I look back, or who I expect to find. I expect to find men in suits following me, or any tail what so ever actually, and I expect them to take me away like they did before and demand to know information that I don't have.
"Then what the hell is the point in you coming every week?" He slammed a hand down on the desk and it made me jump out of my thoughts and almost my skin. I clenched my jaw and said nothing, I just glared at him with silent anger. He got under my skin some how and made me full of rage and very short of patience, I gritted my teeth. "All you do is sit there and act like I don't exist, I'm trying to do my job you know!" He was breathing heavily and now I was starting to worry, though I blamed part of that on the paranoia. Drew might have been a pot smoking hippy but he wouldn't hurt me would he? No, that was ridiculous.
So I chose to still say nothing, looking back down at my ripped jeans and picking at the loose thread. "Now you're ignoring me, nothing unusual there though so I don't know why I'm surprised." God what was this guys problem now? Did he honestly think he was the kind of person people would open up to about their issues ans emotions or was he just plain cruel? Which ever it was, my body was alert now and I was ready to hit if I had to.
"You ever think that this is why your daddy left you in the first place, he just couldn't stand you?" Drew said and it was like I was free of something, like there was something at the back of my mind that I couldn't shake about Drew and now I had. Drew was sent here for me, to learn about me.
I knew he was trying to hit me before I was struck and had time to do a forwards roll off of the chair and towards the cabinet of Doctor Collins' medical awards. "You're the Circle of Cavan." I said to him, he laughed.
"That is pretty much the first thing you've said to me in weeks." He laughed and approached me, clearly not trained. I guessed he just thought that I was some stupid kid. How wrong he was.
As he tried to grab me with his gawky arms I rolled on my stomach and kicked out backwards with my left foot, sending him back into the desk corner. I pushed myself up with my hands and ran to the other side of the room, where I saw a letter opener on the desk. I grabbed it as Drew regained his balance. "What they hell?" He demanded, I couldn't help but grin a little.
He reached behind his desk to grab something and I reacted, leaning over it and trying to stab at him, he fell back onto his chair just as the door opened, Doctor Collins and Anne walked in.